#you know. i didn't. i somehow did not expect the equal possessiveness on wisteria's side

[babyitsmagic]

"careful, clover. that's starting to sound an awful lot like a marriage proposal." she knows that rings can signify other things, but it's not nearly as common. she isn't entirely certain if the fae have the same sort of tradition. there are fae members of her extended family, but not many, and most of them were raised here. she's going to have to do some research at some point. she returns the soft kiss, sliding her hand and running her fingers through clover's hair. "but are you mine?" if she isn't, if there's anyone standing between wisteria and that possibility, she thinks she might actually commit a murder over it.

“i thought maybe a necklace,” she starts, her fingers delicately tracing a line across wisteria’s beautiful throat, “but then again, a ring is pretty customary, isn’t it?” either way, probably something with rubies, for love and blood and passion and every other glorious thing she feels when she looks at wisteria. she’ll have to find out if she likes them before she settles on a piece for her…though, it could be more than one piece. she leans into the touch, but her expression is still guarded. it’s the sort of answer-but-not-really she’d expect to hear back home, not here, and she’s trying to get herself in check when she hears it. the smile on her face is soft, the mischief and danger gone from her expression. she leans in and kisses her softly. “i’m glad.”